i feel so stuck. like the winds so strong it could blow me away but my feet are rooted to the goddamn earth.
ever had that moment, when your caught in your own tangled web? like you know you weaved it but you have no clue how to get out of it. yeh &im completely mystified.
its like, you try very hard to try and please everyone around you, and you try to accomodate to everyones thoughts. but still no ones happy.
ever wanted everything to turn out so smoothly and so perfect? but everytime you get some sort of stable ground people just shove and push and try to pull the rug under your feet.
its hard for things to fall and fit in all the right place. like that glimpse of what it'll be like to have everything so planned out and flawless is just a lie.
but i always wondered, like if you have your life planned out on the table, with all the plates and utensils matching every table cloth and every napkin, no hair out of line, then life would be a bore. because life is supposed to be full of surprises, aint it not?
but its so ironic because arent we already destined for one life?!
like when someone dies, its said that its their fate. right? so our lives are really planned already. this sucks, im confusing myself.
i wandered through fiction to look for the truth.
yours truly
